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pearheaded[One thing that's always a bad idea to do: give a tree man something that is typically fine for humans.Case in point, just about anything they stuck him with during his stay with the Malnosso. Yeah, it's one thing to have to deal with cells—hello, unpleasant memories—but dealing with drug poisoning, too? This day couldn't get any more hideous for him.
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 03:43 am (UTC)But it hurts too much to keep fighting it...
[Hazily, he finds himself back in those days. Over one-hundred years of a decent life, overshadowed by a measily six years. Seems so unfair, to those years before it... he feels guilty about it, even.
But it lingers so strong.]
[voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 04:14 am (UTC)Focusing on the good helps. If you have support of friends or family, that helps too.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 04:40 am (UTC)It's hard... to lose the things I'd finally managed to have.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 07:35 am (UTC)[Says the turtle who's made hardly any himself]
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 07:37 am (UTC)...
But I am meeting good people here.
[I'm pretty sure they're good people, anyway.]
[voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 08:12 am (UTC)But there are good people here. Those that will look out for others, and help them. Several of them have replied here.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 08:14 am (UTC)People think you're kinda weird, too?
[It's just the first thing that comes to mind, really. Maybe it's because you speak with the same sort of words Carolina uses.]
[voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 07:35 pm (UTC)Yeah, they did.
Re: [voice]
Date: 2011-05-29 09:06 pm (UTC)Is it because... you're real different from 'em?
[Discrimination, man. He's fighting for his equal rights.]